Zhang Xiaoman

A young man sat listlessly in the car. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked somewhat pale, but they couldn't hide the glint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,The phone rang, and a voice laced with impatience and coldness answered.,At this moment, the old man opened an antique box with eager anticipation. He took out a painting scroll from inside and unfurled it, admiring it.。